Liberal, I’m shocking by your insensitivity. You should consider the feelings of the families of liquor salesmen, lumberyard owners, and church music directors before you make such hurtful statements about them.
Moron. It is you who is fixated on the Nazi. My concern is for his family. Just because you yourself are a cardboard cutout of a human being doesn’t mean everyone else is.
You’re never going to admit, are you, no matter HOW transparent you can be (case in point), that you’re a kneejerk contrarian, and would argue with an avocado in order to feel intimidating and intelligent?
And I suppose you classify these posts of yours as conciliatory and irenic. 
Any chance you’ll ever concede that you like to take personal potshots to make yourself feel intimidating?
Should I feel sorry for him? I doubt that if I died he’d be sorry for me. In fact, if he heard my entire family died a horrible death, I’m pretty sure he’d be positively gleeful. This person hated me for existing. Why should I care about his demise?
I’ll feel sorry for his family at the same level I feel sorry for anybody’s mourning, anywhere - with a vague feeling of regret that there’s sorrow in the world, nothing more. No reason to single them out.
P.S. Is anyone else wondering how *Lib’s father played “dirty music” without any fingers?
He was a Nazi… but not anymore
he was a Nazi… Nature evened the score…
The “dirty music” was country-western. He still had a part of his index finger and all of his pinky. He played by tuning his guitar to an open G or G-minor, using a capo, and playing bar chords with the side of his hand and partial finger while adding 7ths or augmented 3rds and 5ths with his good finger.
as a quick aside, thats quite a feat.
Yes, thank you. I was very proud of him. 
For me, it is eerily reminiscent of the celebrations of “fag deaths” on the Westboro Baptist Church site, or the celebrations of “Jew deaths” on the Stormfront site. There is disregard, not only for the humanity of the dead, but for the living as well.
Except of course, that people that are ‘gleeful’ over this death do so because of Butler’s disgusting words, actions, and beliefs over his lifetime- things that he was not content to let fester in his diseased mind, but rather felt righteous enough to inflict on all of us- rather than through something intrinsic to his existence.
Lib, I understand your point, and even agree with it in some degree…but I’ll leave the warm fuzzies to those of his family that feel that they can mourn, and I will content myself knowing that perhaps this generation of hatred has been laid to rest, whatever seeds it might have left for us to fight tomorrow.
As you wish, but hating hate is just twice the hate.
duff, there are a handful of posters who, individually, have jumped the hell out of my shark, and who have a long row to how before they earn back the respect I once accorded them as a matter of course. And yes, I do realize that I hold the same position for others.
Ohmygod this is SO going into that lame, sanctimonious bullshit-quote part of my brain, along with quotes by like Stewart Smallie and Nancy Reagan. I am gonna get rich selling bumper stickers!
Bullshit, and sactimonious bullshit to boot. As Stonebowsaid, he hated me for my birth, not for my beliefs; I hate him and all he represents because of that hatred. As for his family… I have sympathy for the families of Hamas suicide bombers, including those who have killed friends of mine. I have no sympathy towards the families of Nazis. You have a relative like that, you either disown him, or you condone him. There is no middle ground.
Bottom line? Right now, at this moment, Richard Butler is a very good Nazi.
There’s nothing wrong with a litle hate. It keeps you docused, reminds you of your goals, prevents you from forgetting. As long as you don’t let it take over your life, it can be a good thing to have. I don’t hate Nazis full-time, constantly mulling over plans of revenge, becaus that way they’ll be hurting me. I keep my hatred in reserve, like a spare granade at the bottom of my pack. It’s there when I need it.
Favorite new word: must keep docused!
Hey, it’s past midnight around here. You stay up this late, you start losing your docus.
Well, if he hated you, he hated me.
Life is a complicated thing when it is not understood. Few people believe themselves to be evil. We all tend to judge ourselves by our intentions, and others by their behavior. I don’t know whether I sympathize with those families, but I don’t hate them, and I don’t celebrate the deaths of their murderous kin.
You sound like George Bush — either you’re fer me or agin me. Had you checked, you would know that his daughters did indeed disown him. They have never had anything to do with his work. His daughters suffered while he lived; it is not easy to disown your father, even if you believe he was evil, when he has been a good provider for you and more or less lost his sanity. Now, you would wish upon them more suffering. They must bear not only the shame they feel for him, but the guilt you would heap upon them. I will gladly stand between you and them.
You have no idea what his status might be right now, at this moment. No one does. Suppose there was a man who told his hired servant to go out and prepare a banquet, and the servant said he would, but at the last moment changed his mind and decided he would rather not. Now suppose the same man had told another servant to prepare the banquet, but that servant had refused, and at the last moment changed his mind and did the work. Which servant is more worthy in the eyes of the man, the servant who said he would do the work but did not, or the servant who said he would not but did so anyway?
Actually, you’ve got it backwards. You are there when it needs you.
I think the point is that wherever his soul might be, he is dead. And the only good Nazi is a dead one. At least this way, he can’t victimize anyone else.
Harsh? Maybe. But we all have choices to make. He made his.
His family can mourn if they want to. Expecting us to do the same when his actions were anathema to the idea of a just society is silly. I may not hate him, but I’ll be damned if I greet his death with anything more than relief at his passing.
But thanks for the parables in any case. They were entertaining, if not particularly illuminating.